T.X. Watson's Blog-shaped Thing

So, last week the hot water was broken in my mod. It's been fixed since then, but today the heat is gone. As the end of the semester approaches I find more things to be annoyed about by Greenwich mods every day.

As I write this I can hear two voices loudly discussing having broken something. They don't sound angry, they just sound drunk. I know that there is likely no room on campus where I could hope to avoid hearing neighbors through the walls. I'm probably unlikely to find that at any point in my life; eventually maybe I'll get lucky and have quiet neighbors, or thick walls.

I hate the shape of my room. It's a quadrangle: imagine a right triangle with one of the non-90-degree tips clipped and a door stuck on it. The space is unwieldy. Things like desks and chairs fit wrong, and the result is that there's drastically less usable space in the room.